From the Get-Go (Time Heals All Wounds)

Wasted days, how could I forget
My eyes open wide and my bones broken by regrets, yet
When worse comes to worst and you've lost all faith
I still count the days

I've painted these guns from the blood in my lungs
And I feel so small I feel so weak
But I still quietly whisper in the words of my sister
You've got to be down before you peak

Well I haven't peaked and I never will
A dead end, the bend in your road
I'm a prophecy left unfulfilled

Do you remember how my hands felt wrapped in yours
Was it elating
Elevating

I just don't care anymore
And I wish I were dead
Or at least not so deeply disturbed in the head
I'm sick of the heel on the back of my neck
As it stomps my face into the curb

Say what you will, reap what you sow
And yet when all is said and done, after the days have come and gone
I should've thought of something different from the get-go

But I still try, I still try
Despite all the issues I thought I left behind
I'm alright, and I'm okay
I just can't help it
I still count the days

And I haven't peaked
But one day I will
And I still forget your face
But I'll know all to well come April

Do you remember how your lips felt against mine
Was it elating
At least at the time

My blood runs red like yours, just like yours
So cut me open and find out in case you're still unsure
You'll wish you took my word, for when you bleed no more
One last disaster will mark itself upon your door

Wasted days, page by page

Have you ever watched as your world crashed
(Wasted days)
Or prayed to gods you've no faith in
(Change your ways)
I feel so sore from the whiplash
(Heal your wounds)
I feel so sore from the whiplash
(Heal your wounds)